The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The rain outside the window is dense, only the rain can be heard in the ear, and the whole world is filled with a strange silence.

Qin Mo stood in front of the window, and the jade of the waist was suddenly lit up. Lin Yuan’s voice came from Yu Jian: “Qin Mo Daoyou, this Wanshan Town is weird.”

Qin ink changed slightly and walked quickly toward the house.

At the moment when he set foot on the bluestone slab, the whole world changed. On the empty and quiet streets, it instantly became awkward. The bluestone road was brightly lit. People came and went, looking at it, it was like a bustling night market. Even the rain that had been underneath has stopped.

Qin Mo stopped his steps, and the surrounding environment was so strange. He released his own knowledge and slowly explored.

There was no light in front, but there were people in the dark, they traded items, kept talking, and even a few people had conflicts. If it was during the day, it would be a lively scene, but now The situation is very strange

It is.

Wanshan Town is different from Qingming Island. Most of the people in the town are monks. Even the Yuan Ying period monks, Qin Mo also saw several.

Thinking about it in the same place, Qin Mo left the front of the inn and set foot on the main street. The monk who sold the goods on the side of the road saw him, and all the goods were sold to him with a smile. Qin Mo shook his head and left quickly.

After not taking long, Qin Mo met the Yuan Ying period monk. In Wanshan Town, the Yuan Ying monk is very famous. The middle-aged man held his head high and his hands were behind him. He looked proud and saw the repair of Qin Mo. He quite nodded in the direction of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo’s footsteps, what happened to Wanshan Town? The movements of the people in the town did not show any signs of rigidity. They could not see any problems. If the environment was not right at this time, he would not find the anomaly of Wanshan Town.

At this time, Qin Mo stood in front of a loft, facing the front of the attic. In the darkness, his white robe exudes a faint glow. This robe was given to him by the uncle, and it was a high-level defense weapon.

Inside the attic, an old man looked at the outside of the door, Qin Mo licked his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he saw at a glance that the clothes on the man outside the house were woven with the finest jade silk, only one worth three hundred spirits. Stone, this person is definitely a fat sheep.

The heart has a conclusion, the old man touched his beard, and smiled to the side of Qin Mo, and said: "This little friend, see you quite a face, whether you first came here? I am Shangshan Qiu Ji, the manager of the matter, may wish to come in and see?"

Qin Mo shook his head and walked to the side.

"Little friends may not know, we have not only a large number of things in the square, but also very precious ..." See Qin Mo to go, Qiu Ji figured a flash, blocking his way, cheerfully advised.

Qiu Ji in front of her eyes smiled like a fox, and Qin Mo’s movement stopped. When they walked past those stalls on the side of the road, after shaking their heads, those people would not be entangled and continue to greet others. Now think about it, those people's actions seem to be set, and every move is in a fixed format.

The Qiu Ji in front of him is obviously different.

Qin Mo stood in the same place, and the line of sight seemed to be inadvertently swept away by Qiu Ji, and then his eyes fell on the Shangshan Square behind him. Within the Shangshan Square, many magic weapons are emitting dazzling light. Qin and ink eyes squinted and asked: "What do you have?"

Seeing Qin Mo, Qiu Ji smiled openly, his eyebrows wrinkled, more like a fox, a sleeved sash, and a gray-black mouse appeared in his hand. This mouse is only as big as his palm, and he is now in his palm.

It seems that I saw the doubts of Qin Mo. Qiu Ji said: "This is to search for rats. Just let it smell the smell of people. No matter which interface he is in, he can find him."

Qin ink breathed a stagnation, left hand unconsciously stroking the heart of the ball, looking for rats?

It is seen that Qin Mo has changed. Qiu Ji extended his left hand and spread his palm. He made a "five" look in front of Qin Mo. The tone was full of ambiguity: "As long as five hundred top grades are Lingshi, small Friends can have this search for the mouse."

Qin ink fingertips trembled, his fingers approached his own Qiankun bag.

Qiu Ji mouth with a smile, but his eyes can not hide the excitement of staring at Qin ink's fingers, five hundred top grade Lingshi.

When Lin Yuan came, he saw this scene. He quickly stepped forward and stopped the movement of Qin Mo. He saw the unpleasant look of Qiu Ji and the expression of Qin Mo’s doubts. Lin Yuan’s face showed a shallow smile. Said, "Sorry, there is no stone in us."

At the same time, Lin Yuan’s voice rang in the ear of Qin Mo: “Don’t buy, it’s all fake.”

Qin Mo acted a meal, and finally did not take out the Lingshi bag in the Qiankun bag, only nodded and echoed Lin Yuan’s statement.

Seeing them, Qiu Ji’s original smiling face slowly cooled down, and his mouth snorted. He turned his sleeves and turned directly back to Shangshanfang.

On the source side of Lin Yuan, with a rare serious color, he watched Qiu Ji leave. He slowly said: "The whole Wanshan town is covered by a formation, and we are in the process of seeing. It’s all illusory.”

Seeing Qin Mo’s line of sight sweeping around the crowd, Lin Yuan’s tone is full of pity: “These people are dead, and at the moment they are walking dead.”

Having said that, he made a slight pause, his eyes swaying and looking at the Shangshan Square in front of him: "If you just traded with him, you will become one of them."

Qin Mo’s breathing was a bit stagnation, and the voice was a bit dry: “Shen Ming Island today...”

"You don't have to worry, they haven't traded with people in Shangshan Square today, and they have left safely."

Qin Mo put down his heart and looked at the Shangshan Square in a fixed manner. What is the situation in Shangshan?

Lin Yuan’s sleeves are raised: “Shangshan Square is the eye of this law.”

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of Qin Mo, the quiet circle monk who has been quietly standing behind Lin Yuan explained: "Uncle Lin Yuan is a famous mage." At the end, there is no lack of pride in tone.

Qin Mo nodded, and Lei Jian appeared in his hands. Under the dark night, the purple light flashed, illuminating the world around this piece.

His eyes were steady, and he held his hand in the thunder sword. He suddenly jumped and raised his sword. Since this is a glimpse of the eye, it will ruin this eye.

The blade flicked and made a dazzling arc, which was particularly scorching in the cold moonlight.

With only one sword, Shang Shangfang slammed open from the middle.

As the Shangshanfang collapsed, a ripple visible to the naked eye slowly spread from the middle. The array of clouds over the top of Wanshan Town was broken.

The surrounding hustle and bustle dissipated as if it were a farce. With only a blink of an eye, the lively town disappeared and was replaced by a huge deep pit.

This pit is very large, almost occupying half of the area of ​​Wanshan Town. The bottom of the pit is white, and the edge of the pit is dyed with a bright red color.

At the edge of the crater, many human bodies stood. They had no life, no blood, no dry skin, and the flesh and blood of the whole body had disappeared. It seems to be controlled by something, and keeps squatting in place.

"I didn't expect this Wanshan Town to have such a change, so that the people in the town lost their lives for no reason." Lin Yuan sighed and couldn't bear to face it: "It's a pity that I came too late, otherwise I will save some people." Life."

Just when Lin Yuankou sighed, Qin Mo’s Dan Tian suddenly trembled and kept quiet in his dantian. The miniature version of the stone suddenly shook.

This stone tablet was obtained by him in the dark tomb. It is related to the evil spirits. Is the thing in Wanshan Town made by the evil spirits? Is the evil spirits not sealed?

The movement of the stone tablet is getting bigger and bigger, and the golden light shines in the Dantian of Qinmo. A burst of cool air quickly picked up from the feet of several of them, Qin Mo smashed.

He quickly entered the spiritual power into the falling sword, and the long sword trembled, and slammed his sword toward his feet. At the same time, the body receded and sighed in the mouth: "Be careful."

Lin Yuan’s four people have a lot of experience in the enemy, and they have already noticed it when the change happened. The body form violently withdrew, and although the action was somewhat hasty, it was very calm and did not panic.

A large amount of blood rushed from the bottom of the pit, and the blood was bright red, with a warm temperature, just like it was left from the living. The gust of wind was mixed with endless **** smoldering from the bottom of the pit.

A black monster stood up from the bottom of the pit. He was tall and tall, and he could see the black scales on his body. The scarlet eyes contained a lot of suffocation. Seeing the five people of Qin Mo, he stretched out the long snake and licked his lower lip, showing a clear coveted meaning in his eyes.

Qin Mo Wei, this is...

"Evil spirit!" Lin Yuan's voice is chilly, and for the first time in his tone, he is cold.

Looking at Lin Yuan, the doubts in Qin Mo’s heart are even worse. The evil spirits have been sealed in the dark tomb of the spiritual source. How did he know it?

The author has something to say: just read the reply, Lin Yuan’s identity has been guessed, and the excitement is also somewhat lost. The reader is too smart and pressureful. T^T

However, since it has been guessed, this should not be stretched out. O(∩_∩)Ohaha~